anonymous love simkus

oni

oni is a word meaning demon or the devil
鬼

when you think of an oni,

most would think of satan himself, or one of his followers

but i can think of a few other who are worthy of the title

don't worry though, you aren't one of them

one of our classmates

i don't want to expose their name

but they know about these letters

and threatened to expose

that is a true oni

if i ever saw one

another could be described as someone close in relation to me

family can be the worst

but if you were family to me

the last thing i would call you is oni

i hope that one day you can say the same

this letter was grim, more so than some of the previous ones, but it was still sweet. my brain was buzzing too much to think any more on the letter because i walked into history and had to mentally prepare for my presentation today.

we started presenting on wednesday and simon got to present yesterday, i had yet to do mine so of course i was going today.

i sat down in my seat and simon turned around to start hyping me up, but he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. i knew i would be receiving his full on revenge for what i pulled yesterday.

i had hyped him up like he was doing now, it was an honest gesture and i was going to leave it at that. but in the end i couldn't help myself. when he stood up to go and present i slapped his ass as a final measure of good luck (author.exe has stopped working)

he couldn't stop stuttering for the first few minutes of his speech. i received mad death glares for the rest of class. i could feel the constant glare digging into the back of my skull for the rest of class.

now it seems that he has plotted his revenge. he could easily do the same to me but i had a feeling he had something much worse in store for me.

my name was called for my speech and simon was oddly still hyping me up. i stood up in front and he gave me a thumbs up, but that look still glistened in his eyes.

to be honest, the beginning of my speech was shit as i was so concerned about what simon would do as revenge. farther in i calmed down and continued my speech. i completely forgot about his possible plot for revenge.

just as i starting my final paragraph i glanced at simon.

worst decision of my life.

simon was holding his sketchbook up, it sent me remembering tuesday afternoon when we hung out at my house.

school had been a drag so we decided to hang at my house. we were just chilling and at some point i decided to go get some snacks, leaving simon alone in my room.

he was looking through some of my comic book series. but behind those normal comic series was a rather NSFW series that i hated to admit that i loved. i came back into the room with snacks to see simon wide eyed looking through it.

he wouldn't drop the subject of that series for hours.

now he was holding up a rather dirty drawing of two of the characters. krel and steve in a rather suggestive pose, not fully clothed. they were my favorite characters and i accidentally spilled that i shipped them.

the end of my speech was thrown into the trash as i could only focus on the smug look on simon's face as he took down his sketchbook. 

i sat back down in my seat and put my head in my hands, too embarrassed to look up.

class ended and simon gave me a look before heading to his next class. 

the rest of the day dragged on as i could only think of that moment. it filled my mind and sent it to places that were, not straight fucking water. (if you get that reference i love you).

finally it was time for practice and i had something to take my mind out of the gutter. i kept sending glances at simon who was sat in the stands. the same smug look hadn't left his face and it kept sending my face into a flush.

practice ended and i jogged up to simon after changed out of my uniform.

"so, how was your day" simon even sounded smug after all these hours.

"it was, fine. i was a bit distracted" i avoided eye contact as he giggled at my response. it was almost enough to pull him into a hug and smother him with kisses. 

"was it because of this?" simon totally ruined my daydream as he pulled out his sketchbook, open to the drawing.

i panicked and pushed the book down, "put that away! someone might see it!" simon just giggled more tore the drawing out of the book.

"you probably have better use for this than i do" he smiled at me as he slid it into my bag.

i could've melted right there as i imagined if he could be the one writing the letters. but for right now, i was happy at least calling him my friend.

bruh i was trying to find the song for this after i finished the letter but i got so distracted and watched youtube for like half an hour before i remembered what i was supposed to be doing

then after writing one line i decided to try and find a good picture or meme to add and got caught up in my DBH pinterest board (which totally is not called DetroitBecomeGay) because i haven't looked at it since i've updated this and spent another 20 minutes not writing

anyways thanks for your patience on this, i have no excuse other than school being shit and it finally ending a few weeks ago and needing time to recover lol

this story is almost over though!!! kinda sad but i do plan on making a sequel!

not this form of having letters though, but probably something else cool and exciting

now that the end nears, you may want to keep your eyes on a swivel, there are secrets hidden within